Qeya River arjuni-akt-i

Kigipigak could not move fast enough to aid Lane, but she needed nobody and nothing in that moment. As the caribou crashed in to the water she moved deftly to one side, being splashed, while Kigipigak felt a spray of chilling drops as he moved also. The bulk of the water had pummeled against the woman — and she'd erupted with a sound of displeasure that made Kigipigak want to laugh.

He did not laugh. He did not have the time to; the caribou thrashed in the water and looked pitiful where it had collapsed. It was enough to drive Kigipigak's hunting instinct in to a frenzy. He saw the weakness within the creature and drove himself in to the water, seeking its neck with his teeth, ripping at the skin of its face and its throat wherever he could.

The water foamed with red until there was only stillness, at which point there was a new darkness seeping in to the otherwise clear meltwater, as the caribou's blood painted everything a sickly purple-red.